crash on the highway,
stranded between
my friends had waited
but left without me.
a glimpse on the platform
we met on the train
she came from further
heading my way.
three days in April,
three years ago.
one black eyed stranger
I learned to know
made all my plans stop
shook me off track
ten days of longing
I followed her back
a plane made of paper
struck by the light
circled forever
over the city at night.
like a movie
like a song
how it should be
being young